Once upon the hickory tree
I sat with my best friend.
Below us lay the open
sea, in which we dan-
gled our feet
And laughed.
But now the ripened hickory tree
Has empty space above its leaves
Beneath has dried and died
but I still hear our
yesterday laughter.
I wonder if the hickory tree
had words to speak or memories
to tell me if she ever knew
my best friend --
or only in acting.
Found this one on some scrap paper. Made me think...hope it makes you think too. What can we deduce about the speaker and her best friend? What does the tree seem to signify here, and is it ironic? Why do you think the speaker is thinking of this now?
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Poems from the Recycling Bin
PoetryJust a random collection of poems from my trove of forgotten manuscripts. Read if you want...
